The well inside me is drying,
the sun scorched plains of my desert
barren and seemingly void of potential,
yet I find solace in space,
an emptiness to fill,
so life can once again thrive.
Burned from darker intent,
stilled from empathy,
I have let those nefarious souls awaken
in my soul’s vessel,
the response of darker acceptance,
rather that breach calamity with heart.
How I vacillate,
from awareness to propensity,
and find in me the darkness I oppose,
and in the struggle for perpetuity,
I sometimes lose the balance of indemnity,
and fall short of potential, shriveled in light.
I am an enigma of purpose,
striving on one level, then to hell in a basket,
as I navigate my barren lands,
trying to seed a future with light and a balanced rain,
and to explain to myself
the wisdom of intention and the folly of inclination.
I pray for rain, the life-giver,
and in my vast void of harshest light,
a need for shadows to lessen plight,
while I grow my days to come,
not by fire but inner light,
honed from my compassionate heart.
I am sun, rain, calm and tempest,
the seed of potential ever at my fingertips,
and so I embrace all to comply,
to in balance find myself, saved from my inner ache,
and in freedom allow my true self rise.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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